Monday, September 15, 2008

LITTLE THINGS THAT ARE DONE

Ta da!! I have finished hand embroidering the burnt piece I was working on, mounted and framed it with an old frame I hotglued some shells from Broome onto.

This is just an indulgent photo of my youngest grandson, Kieran, who thinks it hilarious to crawl away from his grandmother as soon as he is removed from the bath. Look at those gorgeous curls!Now, my news and what has kept me from this blog. I have had some baddish news from the bone specialist that they have not managed to stop the deterioration of my skeleton. I kind of knew anyway from the level of the pain. God help me, I appear to have now passed the skeletal age of 95!!! So, it now becomes a matter of priority for me to move into a much smaller residence which means this house must be sold. That of course means that I have to carefully remove any trace of personality and (shock horror) colour and neutralise to appeal to the mass buyer market of bland loving home owners. I have started by painting out the glorious purple with pearlised swirls in my bedroom and have replaced it with a pale green, actually not so bad, almost a duck egg blue. Today I painted the back toilet and the laundry room in the same colour. Both were pains as there was so much to be taped out. Anyway, I have given myself a year to get this done and a year to find a new place. I am in discussions with my daughter and son-in-law about possibly building a "granny flat" at their place. Maybe, we shall see.

The Story So Far

Born in Melbourne, Victoria, 12 August 1950. Eldest of seven children. Family moved to Canberra, Australia's capital in 1960,and I hated it. I thought it a hole and still do - it is horrifically cold during winter. Did OK at girls' Catholic High School. Married at 28,had 4 children by Cesaerian Section. Natalie (now nearly 28) Stephen (25) Tarynne (almost 22). Lost second baby, Neil, 14 weeks due to cot death never got over it. Moved to beautiful Perth in 1986 and became typical overachieving mature Uni student, maintaining course average of 85% over 3 years (nearly killing myself). Pulled out when pressured to enrol for Honours in Visual Arts. Not for me, the academic life! Owned small business 3 years (interior design) until professional scam artist lost us everything. Worked as retail manager for years until 2 work accidents to spine Discovered I have the bone age of a 95 year old woman. Due to many bone fractures and pain, require daily morphine and hate whole thing. Husband "could not bear" something(??), and left 2 years ago. Never so peaceful and content in years! Now have 2 gorgeous grandsons - Dylan 2 and Kieran, 1 month.